A moment of rage
Let words wild out on a rampage
Spewing out from my mind to my lips out of my mouth at the speed of a lightning bolt charged and lethal
and
Whipping past my conscience, perpetual
My heart screamed in neglect
It had slapped another- square in the head, intellect
Cold
Influence of television the mould
Possibly
No, indubitably
Erratic
The second-guessing static

And by the time
I could rewind
Clear was my mind
Filth left behind
I pierced a rind
A curt "Too kind,"
Crossed the line
Regret now mine